Life, 1904-09-01 · page 9 of 38
Life — September 1, 1904 — page 9: what you’re looking at
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This page contains two literary pieces rather than political cartoons: 1. **"Sonnets of Schooldays"** — A nostalgic poem by an unnamed author about childhood memories, including references to candy, mischief, and schoolyard romance. The tone is sentimental reflection on youthful experiences. 2. **"Wind Transit"** — An article discussing New York City women's concerns about autumn winds affecting their appearance as they travel between The Times building on Forty-second Street and Broadway to Twenty-third Street. It humorously suggests this windy route could become a subway line, which would provide shelter and potentially boost the city's morale while awaiting the underground tunnel's opening. Both pieces are lighthearted social commentary typical of Life's satirical approach to everyday urban and domestic life.
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Sonnets of Schooldays. THE WASTED CANDY AND THE UNGRATEFUL LASS. UV isa funy thing fur wenn u gett Itt in ure sistem ann ure gurl has ett ure kandy ann sum feller kums aroun hoose gott moar munny shee wil thro udown, N i thott that bigges byrton gurl wuz fine. y Shee wuz thurtene ann i am onley nine butt iff i luvd a gurl i woodunt kair Abowt hur aige iff shee hadd luvly hare ann feechurs ann i woodunt stopp becuz Shee wuz a few yeres difrunt than i wuz. mi shee wuz luvly. Ann hur hare wuz black Ann toobig brades uv it hung down hur back. i hadd a bag uv kandy thee furst time i mett hur goin too skool ann i sez ime A nabur uv ure fokes ann woant u take this kandy, haf uv it belonged too blake Butt i foargot abowt his shair ann shee Sez mi u are too offul good too mee AN UNKNOWN LAND. ann woodunt shee be robin mee ann took thee sack ann sed yes i mite take hur book, i luvd hur a hoal weke ann evry day wenn i hadd kandy i giv itt away too hur butt wenn i ast hur iff sheed go too henry Bemus party shee sed no Ann sed bil peerson wuz hur kumpuay Shee koodunt go with such smal boys uz me. ann henry bemus hurd hur say mi hand wuz kuverd with big worts shee koodunt stand. i no i gott worts butt shee didunt see Um wenn shee took that kandy awl frum me. J. W. Foley. Wind Transit. ALREADY thoughtful women of New York realize that, beginning with the windy days of this autumn, they may start at the new home of The Times, on Forty-second Street, and be blown down Broadway to Twenty- third, where the original Flat-Iron Building will take them up and whirl them on through the shopping district, until they catch hold of some con- venient lamp-post and voluntarily end their trip. This being the case, it seems a pity that Broadway does not form a com- plete chain of triangular spaces in its course up-town, so that more of these useful fiat-iron structures might be erected thereon. This would afford the public a line of transit along the route of the Subway, which would be at once rapid and entirely free. At the same time, it would bring ample returns to the investors; and could, we might reasonably hope, be completed and con- veying its thousands long before the opening of the underground tunnel. comicbooks.com